Your touch is a reverberation
from my past lives' best moments
rumbling through my tendons
that's why my knees shake every time you kiss me
your finger tips are willow tree leaves
softly dipping into my mental rivers
rippling and redoubling
pressing against their banks and levees
you bring chaos floods to my organized aquatic system
and I love it.
you can tell
put your head to my chest
i think you can hear me purring like a 1957 cadillac
a true and trusted classic
sleek and shiny and ready to go
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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